Knowing that the two of them were Japanese, I unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, I couldn't imagine that Organization X actually hired Japanese killers, no wonder they failed, what could the two little fools do.

"Captain, that sniper should be from Organization X, didn't he explain something?" I suddenly remembered the guy I had knocked out his finger, and he looked much better than the two Japanese killers.

"That person is indeed a member of Organization X, but he has been active in Syria, and this time he also came to Rome after receiving an order, and he explained that he had the stronghold of Organization X in Syria, and there was only one, which was of no use to us, and as for the situation in the Holy City, he didn't know anything about it." The captain also expressed his frustration with this result.

Hearing this, I turned my head to look at the goddess, and then smiled slightly: "Actually, it's nothing, anyway, in the end, we all have to rely on ourselves, and it's not the first time we've crossed the river by feeling the stones." ”

The goddess pouted, "I didn't count on them from the beginning. ”

The captain and I looked at each other, and couldn't help but shake our heads and smile bitterly, in this section, I am not as good as the goddess.

I leaned back on the sand, the corners of my mouth slightly upturned, and muttered, "X organization, it's kind of interesting." ”

At about eight o'clock in the evening, Slote came to the church dejectedly, and after a day of careful searching, he finally found nothing, and Alan Thomas disappeared without a trace as if the world had been steamed.

I was not surprised by this, this result was expected by me, Alan should have left Rome before this, he is such a smart person, he must have arranged everything in advance, and by the time Slote moves the forces of the Holy See to start looking for it, it will be too late.

Slote was very annoyed by this, and felt that it was his fault to let go of Allen, and he should be responsible for it, seeing his self-reproachful look, I couldn't help but comfort: "It's just a traitor, what's the big deal, he leaves Rome, he will definitely return to Organization X, and when I meet him, won't he be done for you!" ”

"This is what you said, men can't be untrustworthy, I remember this sentence, you must do it, get rid of this traitor for me." When Slote heard me, he swept away the gloom and smiled at me.

"Grass, how do I feel like I've fallen for you!" I flinched back, a little distance from him.

"What's the matter, we are brothers, you help me this time, I will help you next time, anyway, it won't hinder you from completing the task." Slote raised an eyebrow at me.

"Okay, no problem, don't forget, you owe me a favor this time." I smiled faintly, this guy Alan is a much greater threat to us than those terrorists, whether it is for the sake of the Holy See or Caesar, this person must be eliminated.

"That's it, I'll take you to the airport tomorrow." Slote patted me on the shoulder, everything here is over, we will fly directly to Jerusalem tomorrow, and if we go a day late, the people in the church will be in more danger, so the Holy See wants us to leave now.

Slote came to the church on the way, he had to go back to report to Archbishop Odin, and after a few hurried words, he left, and I sent him to the door of the church, although this guy has a low IQ, but he is also a man of temperament, and he is an extraordinary person, and he is a worthy brother.

France, Caesar's mercenary base.

There were more than forty people standing in the huge ammunition depot, and almost all the rest of them were all there except for the seriously wounded poison, and after the knight died, the two detachments were united and commanded by the captain, and as for the position of the deputy captain, I am afraid there will be no more.

A group of people sat or stood, checking their weapons and equipment, chatting about some and not, from time to time there was a hearty laughter, there was no tension at all about the coming of the big war, for the battle, these fighters have long been used to it, it doesn't matter what kind of task, kill the enemy, come back alive, it's as simple as that.

The shark sat on the ground, opened a box of bullets, took an empty magazine, and said while pressing the bullets: "This mission is a bit interesting, it actually requires us Caesar to send all of them, this situation has not happened for a long time." ”

"Yes, although we all went to Southeast Asia last time, it's a pity that we carried out different tasks, and this time so many people acted together, it seems that the task is not small!" The devil on the side carefully wiped the barrel of the gun and said casually.

"I heard that the Palestinian-Israeli conflict is raging now, and we are going to Jerusalem at this time, won't we be to help fight Hamas?" The monkey approached with a playful smile on his face.

"Star, did the captain tell you the specific task, say it and listen to it!" The shark turned its head to look at the star next to it.

"I really don't know, the captain's order is for us to arrive in Jerusalem tomorrow evening, I didn't say anything, it seems to be related to extremist organizations, whatever, anyway, there is a commission of 100 million, it is worth our trip!" The star shrugged indifferently.

"Extremist organizations, that sounds good, I'm very interested, and fighting those terrorists must be enjoyable." The Lion heard us chatting and walked over with a Gatling in his arms, sat down next to the monkey, and took a gun down to parts in a few clicks.

"Be careful not to burn that lion hair, I heard that those people are very perverted, they like to pour gasoline on themselves, and then hug the enemy, you are so big, it is easy to be hugged." The monkey was on the sidelines, wiping the barrel of Gatling's gun as he teased.

"Haha, whoever dares to do that, I dare to eat him, think about it." The mad lion laughed.

"Shouldn't we be trying to eliminate al-Qaeda this time, I heard that the US special forces have been looking for their whereabouts, can't they find it, so please help?" The prince sat on the ammunition box and guessed.

"Impossible, how could those megalomaniacs of the US special forces ask the mercenaries for help? Besides, al-Qaeda is entrenched in the mountains of Afghanistan, and they are playing hotly with the US special forces. The devil pouted.

"It can't be said that they all belong to the Middle East, where there is a lot of war, and who can guarantee that there are no al-Qaeda members around Palestine?" The striker walked from the side, he had recovered from his leg injury and was fully fit for the operation.

"Where there is war, there are mercenaries, I like that perennial war place, you can kill to your heart's content, no matter who the enemy is, the outcome is the same when you meet us, that is death!" The Grim Reaper grinned grimly as he carried his sniper rifle.

"Can you stop smiling at us, do you think this is handsome, don't you know that the smile of death is for the enemy? Laugh again and I'll tear your mouth apart. The monkey said with his teeth bared.

"Who are you talking to, little monkey!" Death took out a grenade and played with it in his hand, looking like it might be thrown out at any time.

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